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| - Chilling about, waiting for my plane to come... I needed a snack, but ended up with a slightly larger than medium pizza. I guess any pizza can be a personal pizza if you try hard enough!
It's a little confusing if you've never been there before. They don't tell you how to order or where to go. They kind of just stand there and wait for you to figure out what to do. They were all in some kind of funk, too. No smiles, no hello-how-ya-doin. Just a whole lotta blank stares.
The guy working the oven eventually asked me what I wanted after he finished with his conversation. I ordered the pizza with bacon and egg (about $7.50, I think) because it was breakfast time and I felt like I could justify having pizza. Took them a few minutes to reheat it and I was on my way back to my gate... which was 20 feet away. Yeah, I was in no hurry.
The flavour was very very unique. I couldn't place where I knew the taste from, but it caught my attention. I've never had a pizza with that bite or tang to it. It was actually pleasant. The egg yolk hardened the second time in the oven, so no ooey-gooey-drippy yolk action, but still plenty of eggy flavour. I should have asked what the green stuff was. Way too savoury to be spinach, but way too thin to be kale. The crust had a nice crunch and it paired surprisingly well with my iced green tea latte and asiago bagel from Starbucks. I was being a carb piggy that morning. It filled me up and made me sleep through my plane ride. Good job, PZA.
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